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Rapt Agog, Bent

Agog, I in flutter, in love, first sight Eyes all rapt, locked up, in fixed stare, glaring Smitten by beauty, enraptured my plight, Could not draw my eyes away, despairing That this love adorning was forewarning Of frustration, fraught with disappointment Looming up inevitably, not meant.

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/17/2017 4:29:00 PM

Hmmm, I don't think I have seen rhyme royale on the winners' list yet, so this was clever of you using this little used form. You did it really really well, John. Congrats for your win.

John Anderson

Date: 6/28/2017 3:38:00 PM

Thanks for the comments, very much appreciated.

Daniel Turner

Date: 6/28/2017 8:29:00 AM

Only a wise man can see danger in the face of beauty. Very wise write, John:)

Sunlite Wanter

Date: 6/27/2017 6:20:00 PM

I love this, John Anderson. "That this love adorning was forewarning." May it not happen to such a good poet.